No Pill's Going to Cure My Ill ...
My life is not going very well at the moment. Thursday when I arrived home our cable was out (Again!). I called and they said that they would send someone over Friday afternoon and get things fixed. Well, when the guy FINALLY came out on Friday, he told us that it couldn't be fixed. Actually, he said that he could fix it but they wouldn't let him do that. Then he said that they would fix it on Saturday but then they said that they thought it might rain Saturday so it would be fixed first thing Monday and everything would be back in working order before I got home Monday. Well, it wasn't. According to the cable company, nobody from there ever came out and I have not been without cable (even thought the account says I have). They are also telling me that nothing was scheduled and that it will be at least 2 weeks before anything is and then what they do won't fix the cable. They also removed the credit for the 4 days without service from April & May (they still haven't credited June & July) and then called me later impersonating a police officer and threatened to "shut your mouth with my fist, drag you from your home and throw you in jail for arguing with an officer". They also refuse to believe that we don't have cable.
While I know most of you really think I shouldn't care, let me tell you a few things. I don't have internet at home. I don't have a stereo system. The only means of entertainment I have is TV. I literally cannot do things without having it on in the background. I can barely read. I can't cook. I just do not have an easy time functioning without it. I've tried watching DVDs but I can't tune them out and ignore them. I really need my TV back.
Anyway, besides this little fiasco. I went to the doctor Friday and got my prescription for Cymbalta. However, that was a collosal waste of time. It seems that my insurance company refuses to cover the drug and allow me to take it. I'm also even more miserable than ever now that I'm off of it. I can't concentrate. My hunger center is totally blown. I keep feeling hungry all the time and when I eat I feel even hungrier. I feel like I'm going through the motions but nothing is actually getting through. I feel like I have to eat as quickly as possible to help make the eating register and I don't begin to feel satisfied until I have eaten so much that I'm about to puke. Also, my depression is back with a bloody vengance.
Oh yeah, I need to update you on my little bit of fun yesterday with the biopsy. Well, I went to the clinic and they told me I wasn't on the schedule even though they had sent me a letter telling me to be there. They told me where I was supposed to be but when I got there, it was the wrong place as well. I finally was sent to the correct building but had to wander from office-to-office on all three floors before they finally found the correct place for me. Then, I got ready for the proceedure. The tech bruised my arm trying to take my blood pressure and finally gave up (not until after she hurt me a lot, though). Then she did a preliminary ultrasound to determine that everything was OK. Well, after 15 minutes she got the doctor and she did the same thing. They worked on me for almost a half hour and never could find anything at all. They reviewed the preliminary and secondary mammograms and the ultrasound pictures and found that there was never any abnormalities in the first place. There were no lumps or masses and nothing was wrong. They also determined that the ultrasound was malfunctioning at the other place and I have nothing wrong with me at all. Needless to say, this did not leave me very happy on any front. Yea! my breast is fine. Boo! I have spent a lot of time, money and effort to find out that I have been screwed around and lied to and I am really sick of dealing with doctors.
There's so much more I could say but I really have to go to work and be bright and perky now (or at least fake it reasonably well).
TTFN!
While I know most of you really think I shouldn't care, let me tell you a few things. I don't have internet at home. I don't have a stereo system. The only means of entertainment I have is TV. I literally cannot do things without having it on in the background. I can barely read. I can't cook. I just do not have an easy time functioning without it. I've tried watching DVDs but I can't tune them out and ignore them. I really need my TV back.
Anyway, besides this little fiasco. I went to the doctor Friday and got my prescription for Cymbalta. However, that was a collosal waste of time. It seems that my insurance company refuses to cover the drug and allow me to take it. I'm also even more miserable than ever now that I'm off of it. I can't concentrate. My hunger center is totally blown. I keep feeling hungry all the time and when I eat I feel even hungrier. I feel like I'm going through the motions but nothing is actually getting through. I feel like I have to eat as quickly as possible to help make the eating register and I don't begin to feel satisfied until I have eaten so much that I'm about to puke. Also, my depression is back with a bloody vengance.
Oh yeah, I need to update you on my little bit of fun yesterday with the biopsy. Well, I went to the clinic and they told me I wasn't on the schedule even though they had sent me a letter telling me to be there. They told me where I was supposed to be but when I got there, it was the wrong place as well. I finally was sent to the correct building but had to wander from office-to-office on all three floors before they finally found the correct place for me. Then, I got ready for the proceedure. The tech bruised my arm trying to take my blood pressure and finally gave up (not until after she hurt me a lot, though). Then she did a preliminary ultrasound to determine that everything was OK. Well, after 15 minutes she got the doctor and she did the same thing. They worked on me for almost a half hour and never could find anything at all. They reviewed the preliminary and secondary mammograms and the ultrasound pictures and found that there was never any abnormalities in the first place. There were no lumps or masses and nothing was wrong. They also determined that the ultrasound was malfunctioning at the other place and I have nothing wrong with me at all. Needless to say, this did not leave me very happy on any front. Yea! my breast is fine. Boo! I have spent a lot of time, money and effort to find out that I have been screwed around and lied to and I am really sick of dealing with doctors.
There's so much more I could say but I really have to go to work and be bright and perky now (or at least fake it reasonably well).
TTFN!